Andrew’s POV
I looked at her, the way the wheels in her head were turning.
She seemed to be carrying this huge weight on her shoulders, and I didn’t like it one bit.
I wanted to carry it with her; that is my duty as her mate.
“Andrew,” she said slowly, her voice too soft. She never shows this kind of vulnerability.
This tone meant trouble, and I hated that I could tell.
I hated that I could tell something was wrong with her.
That by just looking at her, I can tell that she isn’t okay.
And for the past few days, I have felt terrible because she wasn’t okay, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
She still didn’t trust me enough to be able to tell me the truth.
Hell, even I haven’t been open with her about a lot of things.
So how can I blame her for not trusting me?
“Don’t so
